WHEN first the maiden fair I eyed,
-This world is a world of grief alone-
A lily she held and a rose beside
But I was doomed her lot to moan.
The rose was gain's and the lily was stain'd,
-This world is a world of grief alone-
And from that hour her beauty waned,
And I was left her lot to moan.
The lily was stain'd when the rose was gain'd,
-This world is a world of grief alone-
And from that hour her life star waned,
And I was left her lot to moan.
Ah, never more in my sight she'll stand
-This world is a world of grief alone-
With a lily bright in her lily-white hand,
And I am doomed her lot to moan.
The Stained Lily
Joseph Skipsey
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Poem topics: beauty, life, never, star, white, bright, stand, gain, rose, alone, grief, world, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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